I got a phone call from a
Mr. Camry who said He was from the estate agency .

He later told me that she had passed away and she left her estate for me . I felt really bad because the last time I spoke to her was years ago .
Partly, it wasn't my fault because she got married to a rich business man who by the way didn't like people at all .

The last time i heard from her was when he passed away a few years back.

Mr Camry sent me all the paperwork and I went to see the house .

" I'm sorry Mrs. Rodriguez but the house you're looking for doesn't exist ." was what I heard from the locals.

What are these people talking about?
How come I got the call if it doesn't exist?

Besides, how can a house just  disappear ?

" Okay, Thank you very much , maybe they typed the wrong address . I'll just look around " I tell the local and shake his hand .

This better not be a joke !

I wander in the streets looking at several similar houses but I couldn't find what I was looking for .

After a few more looking I get to a neighborhood with a bunch of abandoned houses .

I look around and find the house I'm looking for . It's big but It wasn't the type I was expecting . It had trash littered all over the front lawn , No lights ,  dust all over the place .

No one lived here for a long time .

It was creepy .

I go inside to check the interior which was dusty and had a Smell that I don't want to know where it came from. I walk to the living room which was as big as a meeting hall by itself. I glance around and my eyes meet with blue eyes.

It was her picture, framed and hanging across the wall .
And it felt like it was looking at me . I ignore it and start walking out when a movement catches my eye, I look at the picture but MRS Patricia doesn't seem to be moving.
Okay , now I need to get out.

I hurriedly walk to the front door but I stop dead in my tracks when I hear squeaking wood behind me .
I turn my head to where I saw the picture , but instead I'm met with an empty frame .

I start running , but suddenly the door is slammed shut in front of me and I'm swallowed in darkness. I try to open the door screaming and pulling .

I stop when I feel a hand being placed on my back.

" Don't worry honey, you're staying with aunt Patricia tonight "

And some how I knew those were the last words I was ever going to hear while I still live .

A/N This chapter has 464 words according to word count. Maximum amount given on the prompts was 500 . Which means I'm still good.

And this will be the last prompt I will be participating in .
Wish me luck .
#Gothic lit.